An oven of onus,
sadness is like an old and uncondemning friend (a comfort),
so don’t scold me.
Supple and sumptuous, I am only sometimes
the enemy of my own abdominal engines —my energy ending.
Honestly, I am in
wondrous love with the world.
Warm ornate cortex: part! Let me glimpse the innermost globe
of your insight
—gyrating, pliable and curious. Fit each new vision
precisely into my prone eyes
Could a kiss not calm all the odd optics
in my vision
after withstanding such maddening aggravation?
—The outcome when one intakes all events ever
whilst simultaneously withstanding any outward thought process.
I am in wondrous love with the world.
It is inside (in)decisions that most afflict
Hold on a moment. Let me (I will)
extinguish myself incandescently,